I asked if the winner would get another chain but the man said he wasn't giving any more away. It occurred to me that although I had reached climax from fucking it had not been one of the fantastic ones. I was sure I would lose since Rose the girl I would be fighting was all for the match.
He must have realized that the prospect of having our wet bodies sliding against each other would just excite us and we would prolong it forever be cause he said, "We need some incentive for them to win or they will just slide around on each other getting off until it gets boring." I said, I suppose that is true. How about the winner getting to spank the loser or something."
Bill said, "I like the 'Or something.' Let's make it a whipping."
All the men roared their approval and I agreed.
Rosie said, "Are you nuts? They will expect the winner to use a real whip. I don't intend to lose!"
The threat did not mean much to me because I never expected to win and assumed she would use a whip.
Bill set up a wrestling ring by placing four girls on their knees at each corner and four more in the centers between the posts. they strung ropes by wrapping around them around their bodies at their stomachs and breasts. He set it up in the area that was wettest and dug up by our feet during our water fight. The dirt was clay mixed with oil and grease from the motorcycles and when we knelt in it we found that it was real slippery.
He told us that there would be three falls determined by one of us having our shoulders pinned to the ground for a count of three and that we could not leave the area surrounded by the ropes and girls.
It could have been all over in a minute. We circled each other warily then I lunged at her to grab her by her shoulders. She punched me in the stomach! I didn't have the muscles tight and it knocked the wind out of me. While I gasped for breath she pushed me back for the first pin.
They didn't seem to understand how bad I was hurt and began booing and calling me a pussy and a wuss. I expected to lose but that made me determined to try harder.
When she tried to punch me again I dodged and slugged her tit as hard as I could. She screamed in anguish and when I yelled, "No more punching!" she nodded her head in agreement. It became exciting. We were soon covered with oil and slick mud and our bodies slipping over each other while trying to get a hold was real sexy.
There was no more punching but that didn't eliminate slapping. Any oppurtunity to slap each others breasts or butts was taken advantage of. Once I pushed her into the ropes. This must have hurt the ring girls because from then on any time we came close to the ropes the girls would slap or punch us to get us away. Rosie took advantage of this by getting a hammerlock on me and pushing me toward a corner girl who began slapping my tits with both hands. It hurt so much I felt a little sick to my stomach. I bent forward and she slid off my back within range of the girl who began slapping her pussy. She began squealing and slid away on her back. I used this chance to sit backwards on her tits to hold her down. Since we were so slick she couldn't pull me off but managed to lift her shoulders off the ground before they could count to three. I grabbed her long pussy hair and pulled up on it to force her to arch up. She screamed as hairs pulled out with her pussy lips stretched way out. She arched up to relieve the pain and I won the fall.
She was really mad! She screamed, "That hurt awful, You bitch! You are going to pay for that!"
That didn't bother me. I found I had been excited by her screams and now believed I might win. I knew I would love whipping her because I knew what it felt like.
I yelled back, "Bullshit! One more fall and I will be whipping your tits until you are begging to let you suck my pussy!"
Unfortunately she used the same trick on me. Since I didn't have any pussy hair she jammed her hand into my pussy and lifted me by it. I arched as high as I could, afraid she would rip out my insides.
We had a break while the ring girls were untied and we were given beers to slake our thirst then they washed us off with a high pressure washer with strong soap like a car wash. The water came out with a lot of force which hurt so we would run around to keep it from getting too close. By the time all the grease was off my skin was red and tingling. Since it was so sensitive I knew my whipping would be bad but after all I deserved it for agreeing to the match and losing. I was determined to be brave to make them all respect me.
I was hung from the ceiling with my legs wide spread but it was not too uncomfortable since they had padded leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles.
I was proud to hear comments on how pretty and sexy I looked and the fact I was exciting the men who were all getting hard before I was even hit.
Bill told one of the men to get his whip. He went over to dig in the saddlebag of his motorcycle then brought out a coiled leather whip. When he uncoiled it I saw it was over six feet long and looked positively evil. I whimpered at the sight of it.
I sobbed, "How many lashes do I have to take?"
"I don't know. Let's leave it up to the girls. They know what it feels like. Girls, let's hear some numbers."
I was relieved at first since I thought they would go easy on me knowing how bad it would hurt but I soon realized none of them were my friends and they were probably jealous of all the attention I was getting.
They began yelling numbers clear up to a hundred.
Bill said, It looks like the average is fifty. You are going to know you have been whipped this time."
I began sobbing, "No! Please! That is too much." This whip looked worse than Mom's snake whip and I knew how that hurt.
Even Mom agreed, "No that is too much with that whip. It will cut her and I don't want her scarred. She is my money machine."
"Naw. She'll be okay. Rosie knows just how hard she can hit without cutting, don't you?"
"I won't cut her but she'll think she is. I'll spread them from her armpits to her thighs. When I get done she will have fifty separate stripes."
She began on my back at my shoulder blades. It was just terrible searing pain. I was glad when she worked down to my butt to add some excitement to the pain and when the tip began hitting my thighs flirting inches from my pussy the excitement began to overcome the pain. When she began on my front starting at the top of my breasts the pain became pure excitement and I actually resented the fact that I was tied so tightly I could not push out my pussy to feel the bite as the whip went across my hips just kissing my pussy lips.
She said, "It is time for the grand finale."
She coiled the whip until about two feet swung from her hand then began hitting my nipples with the tip. It was unreal! My body seemed to explode with the pain and excitement. The audience cheered and yelled as I screamed.
She began hitting each side of my pussy with a third up the middle to set my clit and asshole on fire.
I think I was almost as surprised as the audience when I began screaming, "I'm cumming! God! I'm cumming."
I don't know if I took the whole fifty or not. At that time a man jumped up to push Rosie aside so he could jam his humongous dick into my sopping pussy. Another man jumped up to ram his dick in my ass.It was fantastic. Their sweat and mine put salt in my welts to keep the burn going and I could feel their dicks colliding inside me. I kept cumming even after they went soft and were replaced by two other men.
Somewhere along the line I must have passed out. The next thing I remembered was waking up in my bed. I was still burning and when I looked down I saw scabs in a lot of the welts. I rushed to the bathroom to get into cool water and wash off the blood. I was sure I had been cut and was relieved to see that some of the welts had just oozed blood. Nothing bled after my bath but I was still burning so went to Mom to get some salve.